Aveline's body stiffened. She tried to dodge, but his hand clamped around her like a vice, preventing

any escape.

Lucas' kiss grew deeper and more intense, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Aveline couldn't take it anymore and pinched his waist, only to feel solid muscle beneath her fingers.

Lucas released her and chuckled softly. "Can't handle it already?"

His thumb brushed across her lips, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Aveline's breathing quickened. "I'm hungry. I want to eat."

"Okay."

Lucas laughed quietly and said, "Wait for me a moment."

He went upstairs and returned about ten minutes later, now dressed in light-colored loungewear, looking more relaxed and less aloof.

They sat in the dining room.

The table was filled with all of Aveline's favorite dishes.

He had anticipated her arrival and had everything she liked prepared in advance.

Aveline's expression didn't change when she saw the food.

Lucas said, "Welcome back, my dear Mrs. Tudor.": owner of this content.

Aveline's eyelashes fluttered, but she remained silent

Lucas stared at her overly calm face and suddenly pinched her chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Aveline, you know you have to honor the bet, right?" Aveline looked at him. "I know, that's why I'm here."

Lucas' grip on her chin tightened slightly. "But what's with this indifferent attitude? Are you dissatisfied? Or do you still want a divorce?"

Aveline pursed her lips and pulled his fingers away. "Let's eat."

Lucas said, "Let's clear things up first."

Aveline looked at him. "I'm afraid if I do, you won't feel like eating."

Lucas' previously joyful mood turned cold.

"Aveline, you agreed to the bet, and you set the conditions. Now that you've lost, why are you giving me this attitude? Do you really think you're irreplaceable to me?"

Lucas glared at her, his eyes cold as ice. He hadn't brought her back just to give him the cold shoulder!

How did she used to treat him?

She smiled at him every day, her eyes full of tenderness, as if he was her entire world!

But now?

All he saw in her eyes was indifference.

It seemed like she had stopped loving him a long time ago!

Ha! How could she fall out of love so easily?

Aveline clutched her fork and said, "Lucas, you're asking for too much. You only told me not to bring up divorce, so I haven't. You wanted me to be Mrs. Tudor, and I'm doing my best. But you didn't lay down any other rules. I'm keeping my end of the deal- can you stick to yours?"

The atmosphere in the dining room grew unbearably tense.

Lucas suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Are you deliberately trying to annoy

Aveline remained silent.

me?"

When she decided to come back, she couldn't help but wonder if being cold toward him would make him grow tired of her faster. If that happened, he might be the one to bring up divorce, even if she didn't. It seemed she had already achieved half of her goal.

Without warning, Lucas yanked her chair around, making it screech against the floor. He gripped the chair with one hand, leaning on the table with the other, and loomed over her. "So, you've changed tactics, huh? You think this will make me ask for a divorce? Keep dreaming, Aveline."

A cold smirk played on his lips. "Being my wife isn't some part-time gig you can quit whenever you feel like it."

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